I LAUGH and sing, but cannot tell Whether the folly on 't sounds well; But then I groan, Methinks in tune, Whilst Grief, Despair and Fear dance to the air Of my despised prayer. A pretty antic Love does this, Then strikes a galliard with a kiss; As in the end The chords they rend: So you but with a touch from your fair hand Turn all to saraband. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACES 1. TWILIGHT (TUCSON) by SARA TEASDALE SORROW by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE LIFE'S MIRROR by MARY AINGE DE VERE THE TWO MYSTERIES by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE PRAYER TO THE VIRGIN OF CHARTRES by HENRY BROOKS ADAMS DRINKING SONG (4) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE DOOMSDAY: TREASURES IN HEAVEN by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) |